So today was another day lost in a thriller in which you trust this perfect person (in my case cigarettes) only to have them hurt and stalk you. I can hear them calling to me as I try to cower in my hiding place baring the door with knowledge, deep breathing, friends, and meditation. I cringed with every sound he makes knowing that one slip will cause me to be a prisoner again. Does this end with me a victim of the serial killer or the hero? Remembering that this story can be a sequel or the end of a series.